The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The hand trembled. It was a small thing, a flicker in the fingers of Elias Thorne. He looked down at it. The skin was papery, stretched tight over knuckles that had once been strong enough to split oak. Now they were merely wood. He sat in the corner of the tavern, the air thick with the smell of stale beer and wet wool. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane. The city of Oakhaven...

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